Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.